Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

  • Centres: “circling worlds”

    Milton   Seems I awakened to my own words, serapax in hand, must have written on wordpress, my one and only thought So here, in summary, breath in, breath out, ocean flow, life or death, matters little to me in my life, serapax revealed My soul, I thought you’d like to know, people speak untruly,…

  • Centres: corners

    Going toward the light, Perhaps someone says that To the birds soaring high To the bird on the corner Magpie Watching all us pass by And maybe they’ve seen This whole time We all acting crazy as mudpie Going toward the light Watching, they fly All us going none knows why Maybe they’re calling me…

  • Centres: laser

    Of course it’s a usual day, with a death-star No good cheer for xmas from neighbour Fought the world today on facebook Picked up random kaku’s physics book And thought To apply impossible physics, to our situation, To try, thru physics, a rational explanation, Of Love, the medium, exciting that night, Both our hearts, into…

  • Centres: gossip words

    Elven ears in ghost train                     Words       many fears:      a chimera, words jumping             out        teeth bared, stab to the heart But no, I don’t believe a      word of it,         will never give up     searchbar        (on ghost train: in background                   sound dead         in heart they lack         black…

  • Centres: politics

    Perhaps you’re amazed, at the sheer volume of my poems being gifted To you, my muse, who probably others no doubt abuse, but my frame Of reference, and wanting to create love, makes your beauty my point of navigation from which Pours forth in words, goodness to you – a love goddess, and if you…

  • Centres: ethics

    The creeps, they’re back again, lingering around our love, and believe they’re feeding magic off us- But they don’t know love, around which, virtue and vice sway the heart like a windy path, of health and ruin down longing days- Virtue that wept, and crawled, thru life with no guide in sight, till I found…

  • Centres: fass (a series)

    Fass, word of an idolator, stencil round a jewel, held in a ring Would that I could marry quick, her symbol in my spraycan, Appearing on a wall, a jewel, g, fastened to me, enclosed within- My heart seeks out entire, my love fastened in her Seeks in her a fass, a method, how to…

  • Dungeon

    This could be a dungeon risen, the year could not have really happened, when in every room, quests your vision Tortured ghosts groaning – background illusion, and pale in comparison, to your vision risen, glowing like the moon Growing thru this dungeon, nature, now another realm, coming down, weaving love into a dark castle, beckons…

  • What can I say?

    To be yourself A dream Cause a scene Bite a heart out With your teeth Take my soul From me then Flash your smile Like it’s sweet! Well, to curl The corners Of your lips Slightly, as you Sail passed And have me In convulsions Nearly When I’m Passing, well, GK, what Can I say?…

  • Endless, “insane” war

    G, even you couldn’t cheer my walk today, I think every angle of my hated being was Assaulted, what weapon, what assailant, Matters not, I pulled myself, crawling, thru’t And hoped for love, and someone unworthy Spoke your name – your name! and every frame Of my being, transformed in a flood of hate and Love,…

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